Lawn guys

New lawn guys came the other day.   They showed up early and got right to doing weird stuff. I was parked in the driveway in the camper because there is so much stuff going on in the house. Son and company are working like crazy.  They are keeping the business open and remodeling all at the same time.  No small task.  Anyway the kitchen is piled high with stuff from the shop and there is one big, immovable tote in there.  So no kitchen.

From what I understand new tenant had to wage a chemical battle (sorry) against Fuzzy Fridge Syndrome.   The shower has therefore become a recovery area for some plastic vegetable drawers from the bottom of my Super deluxe, high capacity, Kenmore, which are were obviously casualties of that battle.  So no shower.

Even if the couch were accessible it would be impossible to see the TV due to a pile of boxes golf clubs and snowboards, so no TV, couch, or living room.  

I’ll just stay in the camper, in the driveway.  The one neighbor seemed very interested.   But the lawn guys didn’t seem to notice.   They arrived and un-hitched their trailer full of stuff.  Right across the driveway, directly in front of the motorhome.  I had another cup of coffee and watched the start of Cheaters.   The one guy started raking around the bushes.  Truck Man drove away leaving him to rake all by himself.   Truck Man returned with a little uncovered load of coffee colored mulch.   Truck Man now began to trim bushes.   He was very enthusiastic about the shrubbery, which he truncated by hand with those long bladed chop chop things, rather than a gas powered trimmer, which his partner indicated with a shrug that he did have in his possession.   The raker guy was re-raking the areas around the shrubs to collect the trimmings.  Truck Man had somehow evolved into a hybrid of  Edward Scissorhands and Freddy Krueger and suddenly attacked the center of a 6-foot tall hedge along the driveway.

“Whoa Cowboy! Take it easy there will ya.”   I admonished as he continued to mutilate the middle of the hedge.   This guy was chopping a hole right in the through the bushes.  Rake man sheepishly began picking up severed limbs with bare hands.

“I am supposed to make it so you can walk through.”   He looked at me with a totally blank stare.  Must-Cut-Hemlocks.  I could read his mind.

“Not the middle of the hedge genius, how about right there?   See the sidewalk? They walk through there.”

Truck Man had chopped a BIG hole in the hedge 4 feet from the sidewalk!   Maybe he didn’t see the concrete path just 2 steps away?    And he was still chopping!  

“Stop it.”   He still wanted to discuss it further but I just pointed with an upturned palm and turned away. Raking guy had come around to my side and was standing there shaking his head and sheepishly trying to hide the severed branches.   I had these hemlocks professionally pruned last spring.   They had been coming along pretty good up to now but I think they are goners.